Black and White: Tale of Two Cars
We have two cars – each manufactured the same year. One is a white Buick and the other is a black Saturn.
The electronics have gone on the Buick – the ones that communicate anyway. The ones on the dashboard which tell us we need our oil checked or engine serviced or what have you. We can’t even read the counter to know how many miles we’ve gone or always know if our tank is full. According to the dashboard it’s always full.
Driving the Buick can be scary as we cannot see what gear we’re in but have to feel our way. The back door on the passenger side has a huge dent from being in an accident. The window on that door doesn’t roll down. I fully believed that our 2011 license renewal would be the last one. And here it’s held up for nearly two years longer than I thought it would. We truly have been blessed. It does get me where I need to go. I say a lot of prayers before and as I am driving.
We used to have a blue Saturn Ion – which I liked and would have liked to drive again. But Randy sold it. And so I’m mostly stuck with the Buick.
The black Saturn was initially my mom’s – though Roland and I did put the most miles on her car each time we borrowed it to go see his family. I don’t trust the Buick enough to be too far from the city – and between
Lake and there are just too many po-duc towns
that fold up at 6:00 at night plus too many stretches of desolation in
Mom hadn’t even driven her car for the last year that she was at home. Nate and I took turns using it. But Roland offered to buy the car not only so that we could put that money towards the cost of assisted living, but so we would have another working car.
The Saturn is generally the car he drives. It is black. It is hot. It is small. Generally I prefer the smaller cars, but I don’t appreciate the buckle holder poking at my rear no matter how much I try to adjust both the buckle and my rear. And I really hate having my fingers burn off in just trying to open the door. Apparently Roland doesn’t even notice.
I don’t like driving the car after Roland has had it because it suddenly becomes a dumpster on wheels. Though I suppose Jenna has kept the back seat floor just as trashy. She is nine but I allow her to sit in front. (The car seat law should be on hight and weith – not age. Same with clothes) I can usually point to items and say to Jenna that I need her to throw this and that away. But I’m not always with Roland when the car gets littered nor have I been successful at always having him clean up right away. In fact, I think I have picked up some terrible habits myself.
Currently the Saturn is actually in better shape as far as neatness goes. Time for me to clean the Buick out AGAIN.